Locked In Her Sights (TF)

Claire came happily jogging down the stairs and into the living room, only to take pause when she saw Otis lying on the floor by Kenny's feet. That was unlike him, and Claire look to Kenny, about to ask what was wrong, only for her eyes to light up. Kenny meekly looked over as Claire let out a pleased giggle, "Please help me..." Kenny's begs fell on deaf ears.

Claire fell onto the cushion next to him, "Oh my gosh, even Mittens likes you! Kenzie, do you see this?!" Kennedy hummed out a wordless response, not even looking up from her phone. Claire reached out and gave the cat a few pets, and Mittens once again did a low growl, "Oh, be nice, Mittens. You're curled up on my boyfriend, you know?"

"Kennedy warned me not to move her." Kenny sighed, and Claire simply nodded,

"Yeah, she only listens to Kenzie. Everyone else...we get swiped at." Kenny sighed, but Claire curled up, resting her head on his shoulder, "It's okay; it's not like you're going anywhere." Kenny finally relaxed; Claire was right. He wasn't going anywhere, and acting up over this would only cause a scene. Right now, things were fine, he had his girlfriend there, and Kennedy was definitely ignoring him. He could deal with a mean cat.

The trio sat back and enjoyed the movie playing for about fifteen minutes before Michelle finally poked her head back into the living room, "Okay, dinner is on the table, come and get it." Michelle took paused as she looked down at Kenny, "Huh, would you look at that? Mittens found someone else she can stand beside you, Kennedy,"

"Yeah, it sure as fuck wasn't going to be you, Michelle." Michelle rolled her eyes at Kennedy's sharp words and turned back to the dining room,

"Real nice, Kennedy," Kenny couldn't help but chastise,

"Was I talking to you, Clark?" Kennedy shot back, "Maybe save your judgments for someone who gives a shit."

"Stoooooop, don't fight," Claire begged with a pout, and Kenny quickly lamented while Kennedy sighed, giving her eyes a toss. "Thank you!"

Claire jumped up, and the twins starts to leave, "Uh...Claire?"

Looking back, the girls still saw Kenny pinned down by Mittens, "Oh yeah," Kennedy gave a few clicks of her tongue, and Mittens jumped right up.

Kenny instantly frowned, "I thought you said you couldn't just do that."

"I never said that; I said I didn't tell the cat what to do," Kennedy headed off and Kenny stood up, following the girls into the dining room, doing what he could to calm his frustration. At either ends of the table were Michelle and Martin, Kenny and Claire took the two seats on the left side of the table, and Kennedy she immediately took the open seat opposite Kenny's.

The teens locked eyes for just a moment but Kenny turned away first, "Thanks for having me." Kenny sincerely stated.

"Ah you're welcome anytime, buddy." Martin nonchalantly replied, and Kenny couldn't help but wonder if the man had forgotten his name again.

"You're welcome, Kenny," Michelle followed up with, "Any of Claire's boyfriends are more than welcome."

"Boyfriends?" Kennedy pipped up and Michelle let out a soft gasp,

"Oh no, no! I'm sorry I didn't mean to --"

"You're calling my sister a slut?" Kennedy frowned,

"Huh?" Claire looked over with the most confused of expressions,

"I am certainly not, Kennedy!" Michelle shouted back,

"Settle down, girl." Martin lazily interjected, but clearly, he was more focused on enjoying his meal than policing his wife and girls.

"Kenny isn't that what she just fucking said?" Kennedy looked over to the teen whose eyes widened,

"Did she?" Claire pouted,

"No! No I didn't! It was a slip of the tongue!" Michelle insisted, looking to Kenny with pleading eyes.

Kenny easily raised his hands, "Yeah, slip of the tongue. Just a mistake. Don't worry, Claire."

Claire sighed, "Phew!" She grabbed her fork, "I was hoping Kenzie just misunderstood."

"Real nice, Clark...real fucking nice." Kennedy muttered,

Michelle pursed her lips, "Kennedy, stop trying to disrupt the dinner. We've just sat down."

"You trying to tell me what to do?" Kennedy leaned forward, "You're not going to like how that works out."

Kenny's eyes snapped between the two women, and then he looked to Claire who sadly lowered her head, "Being a surgeon must be a fascinating career!" He suddenly blurted out while looking to Martin, "Mister Thomas?"

"Hmm?" Martin looked up from his plate, "Oh? Yeah, it's certainly something. Having the power of life and **** in your hands. Knowing people are relying on you. It's never boring."

The tension began to ease, "He's...he's quite good too. I met him at the hospital," Michelle added, "I had a sprain from a bad fall while skiing. I ran into him after I had it treated."

"It was like love at first sight," Claire sweetly added, "They got married so fast."

"That's nice." Kenny nodded looking around the table only to find Kennedy's eyes dead set on him once again. He ever so slightly tilted his head before suddenly feeling a foot resting on his inner thigh. Kenny jumped in his seat, slamming his legs into the table, causing his glass of water to spill all over himself.

"Kenny!" Claire exclaimed as he boyfriend scooted his chair back, and stood up, groaning as his pants were now soaked, "Are you alright?!"

"S-Sorry, I was -- It was --" Kenny stammered, looking over to Kennedy who looked like she was moments away from bursting into laughter, "Can I please use the rest room?" Michelle nodded, giving the teen leave who fled the room with haste.

As he left, Kennedy let out the softest of snickers, and Martin shook his head. "You bring over the strangest boys."

Kennedy's laughter stopped, and she looked over to her father, "Right because we should take after you, right dad?" Martin looked over at his daughter, "Fuck anything but how they fucking look, right? Maybe someday soon, we can beat you for most divorces!"

"Kennedy Anne Thomas!" Martin boomed,

"Get bent." Kennedy got up before he could say another word, storming out of the dining room.

Kennedy climbed the stairs in twos, a different kind of resentment flowing through her whole body. She made it to her bedroom door, but just as she went to open it, she looked over to the bathroom. Her upper lip twitched and brow furrowed. She pivoted towards it and marched right for it, letting herself inside. Inside Kenny was still doing what he could to dry his pants with a towel, though as he looked over at the door, his shock turned to a scowl. "What the fuck are you been staring at me like that for?" Kennedy growled out, "All fucking night with that sour puss! What's your issue!"

Kenny narrowed his eyes and looked away, "You serious?" Kennedy pressed her tongue against her cheek, crossing her arms, "Go away,"

"I'm not fucking going anywhere until I get an answer. You're acting like a fucking cunt." Kenny recoiled at the insult, immediately moving to Kennedy and putting a hand on her shoulder,

"Get the fuck out of here, Kennedy! I'm not your fucking punching bag!" He gave her a firm push but the girl was like a stone pillar, refusing to move an inch.

"Stop being a fucking dick!" Kennedy barked back, she squeezed herself past Kenny, entering the bathroom fully, "You're such a fucking whiner, I swear to God. All you've done is bitch and moan every time you see me!"

Kenny stepped back and shook his head, "Gee, I wonder why?" He bitterly grabbed the towel, and returned to drying his pants "I'm not fucking stupid, you're only doing this to fuck with me. You did that foot shit downstairs just to make me look like an idiot. All you do is insult me!"

"Awww, poor baby, is big mean Kennedy, bothering you?" Kennedy pouted in a sarcastic, baby voice, "Can't bear to be near her without wanting to drive your cock back in her, hmm?" She continued to tease, but Kenny looked up with wide, flaming eyes.

"Shut up. Don't you ever fucking say that again." Kenny tossed down the towel, jutting a finger out at the girl, "That never happened. We didn't have sex. I would never want to have sex with you. And we never will have sex. Got it?"

Kennedy slapped Kenny's finger away with an overall looking nearly bored by his words, "Really? We never had sex?"

"Nope. Never."

"Funny, because I remember when I woke up in the middle of the night --"

"Stop it."

"To someone pulling down my fucking underwear and shoving their cock right inside me --"

"Kennedy, shut up."

"We had fucking sex, Clark. You fucked me. You came inside of me. You made out with me." Kenny squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head as Kennedy stepped closer to him with each fact. "And you fucking loved it. You even said it yourself that night."

"I thought you were Claire!"

"No you fucking didn't!" Kennedy growled back, "Even if you keep telling yourself that, you knew! You knew that the shit we did isn't what you and Claire do. I could tell. You weren't use to the fucking kissing, the missionary, the way I actually seemed to give a fuck?"

"Will you please, just drop it! I don't care what you think happened, I didn't like it! It's put me through nothing but living hell because of what I did!"

"I didn't **** you to keep going, you chose to. You kept going because even if I wasn't Claire, you loved doing it with me more."

"That's not fucking true. I. Don't. Like. You. Kennedy. Period. End of discussion."

"Hmm, well that's pretty fucking shitty for you, because I'm not done with you." Kenny's anger faltered and he merely stared back at the girl, "And I'm not so content with letting you dodge me, and pretend to be happy with Claire. You like me, Kenny. That's why you're so worked up over this. You know you want me, and that makes you feel guilty."

Kenny let out a groan, smacking a hand over his eyes and pressing a finger and thumb on his temples, "You're fucking delusional, Kennedy..." Kennedy let out a short murmuring laugh, "I'm not doing this..."

Kenny started to turn, "Leave, and I go and tell Claire everything."

Kenny froze, he slowly looked back at the blonde who might as well have been the devil with a smile, "Y-You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"It's your word against mine..."

"Yeah, and who the fuck will she believe? You or her twin sister?"

"You're really fucking threatening to destroy my relationship with Claire?!"

"Mmhmm," Kennedy hummed,

Kenny's words caught in his throat for a few moments, he hadn't expected, or at least hoped, Kennedy to agree with him, "This is...so fucked. You're...you're fucking blackmailing me?"

"No duh. It wasn't my first plan but if a little **** is what it takes...then whatever." She candidly replied, "You were never going to make a move on me unless I took some control. Any idiot with a brain stem could see that,"

Kenny blinked a few times, "T-Then -- Ugh, why are you doing this to me?! You don't even like me! Just because we had sex by accident doesn't mean anything! I don't like you! It doesn't make sense! Don't you get that?! I don't fucking like you!" Kenny finally exclaimed and Kennedy fully turned, leaning back against the sink with an amused grin,

"You like me, don't lie," Kenny exhaled in defeat,

"It was a drunken accident, why can't you accept that," The teen weakly pleaded, "It was never intentional,"

"I love doing it this way with you. Those were your exact words that night. I've thought about them a lot." Kenny flinched at the reminder, "You like me, and I think I could do worse than you, that's for sure,"

"That's a ringing endorsement," Kenny mumbled before stepping towards Kennedy, looking her directly in the eye, "Look, you...you're just getting off on doing this to your sister or something. You don't actually care about me at all, I could be anyone." The teen spoke with such zealous speed, Kennedy could only smirk as she listened, "You can do better! Right? You said you could do worse then me, but you can do better! Like...Devin!"

"Gross, Devin? The druggie burnout that's probably crawling with STD's that his skanks give him, no way!" Kennedy exclaimed sounding genuinely insulted,

"Okay, okay, then Brian! Right? Brian, rich guy? Playboy? Fucking dreamy or whatever? You could totally have him," Kenny fired right back,

"That asshole? He has the worst fucking reputation out of any guy in school. As if I'd be caught dead with that douchebag anywhere near me," Kennedy retorted, matter-o-factly,

Kenny let out a hissing growl, and pushed a hand through his hair, "JJ. James Jackson. He's nice, smart, athletic and fucking single,"

"And I'd shoot myself after the second hour of hockey talk," Kennedy easily denied, "I heard enough out of him when he dated Claire."

"Will! Avery! Michael! Henry!" Kenny desperately listed,

"Boring, loser, creeper, dumbass. No." Kennedy almost too eagerly denied as she stepped closer to Kenny, "Nope, I'm quite happy right where things are for me,"

"You can't." Kenny firmly replied, "You can't want me,"

"I can do anything I want," Kennedy closed the little gap between them, putting her hands on Kenny's waist and hooking her thumbs into the hem of his pants, "And I want you, end of story."

"Kennedy..." Kenny pursed his lips looking down at the blonde, trying to deny the feelings that were growing inside him the longer he looked down at her desire-filled brown eyes, "Just stop..."

"That's not happening," Kennedy whispered back, "In fact, you're not leaving this bathroom until I get what I want..." With a tug of her thumbs, she began to push Kenny's pants down while the teen shut his eyes, internally urging himself to go. "So relax...I can be nice...let me prove it to you..."